Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1887-05-18
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BY H. RIDER HAGGARD,
AUTHOR OF "K1Na soLoMoN's MINES .,
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CHAPTER yIII-CoNT1NUED.

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CHAPTER VIII-CoNTINUED.
aHow are you, tapteina" he said in English,
for be could talk English well. "and how do
YOU like the Transvaala-must not call it
South African Republic now, You know, for
that's treason" and his eyes twnkled merrily.
al like it very much. meinheer," said John.
aAh, yes, it's beautiful veldt, especially
about here-no horse sickness, no blue
tongue and good strong grass for the cat
tie. And you must find yourself very snug
at ON Uncle) Croft's there; it's tho incest
place in the district, with the ostrichcs and
all. Not that I hold with ostriches i'll this
veldt; they are well enough in the Old Col
ony, but they won't breed here-at least, not
Us they should do Il tried them once md
know; oh, yes, Iuow.a @,a5-
ayes, it Is very fine country. mciaheer. i
have been all over the world almost, and
never saw d finer"
aYou don't say so, nowl Almighty. what
a thing it Is to have Travelled! Not that l
should like to travel myself. think that the
Lord meant US to stop in the place no has
made for Ms. But it is fine country. and
dropping his voice. think it is u finer
country than it used to be-"
"You mean that the veldt has got tame
meinheer."
sNay. nay. mean that the land is English
now" he answered, mysteriounsly, "and
though dare not say so among my rolk, I
hope that it will keep English. When I was
Republican, I was Republican, and it was good
in some ways, the republic. There was so
little to pay in taxes, and we knew how to
manage the black volk; but now am Eng
lish, am English. know the English gov
ernment means good money and safety, and
If there isn't raad assembly now, well,
what does it matter9 Almighty, how they
used to talk there!-c clack, clack, clack!
Just like an old black koran species of
bustard) at sunset And where did they run
the wagon of the republic to-Burgers and
those id Hollanders Of his, and the rest
Of thema Why, into the sluit-into SLUT with
peaty banks; and there it would have stopped
till now, or till the food came down and
swept it away, il old Shepstone-ah! what a
tongue that man has, and how fond he is Of
the kinderchiesEQ ckildren)-had not
come and pulled it out again. But look here,
captein, the volk round here don't think like
UkfSt 3Oo tho NOAo0ikASO ol1o1oSA 6SuFS1A-
ment' here and the 'verdomde Britisch
ings) here and tbymakaals' there Silly
volk, they all run one after the
tein, and 1 teG You there viii be
fighting before long, and then our people
will shoot those poor rooibaatjes (red jackets
Of yours like buck and take the land back.
Poor things! could weep when think
Of it." -
John smiled at this melancholy prognosti-
cation, and was about to explain what poor
show all the Beers in the Transyasl would
make in front Of a few British regiments
when he was astonished by sudden change
in his friends manner. Dropping his enor-
nous paw on to his shoulder, Coet1se broke
into burst of somewhat forced merriment.
the cause Of which was, though John did not
guess it at the moment, that he had just per-
ceived Frank Muller, who was in Walker
stroo,l with wagon load Of corn to grind
at the mill, standing within five yards, and
apparently intensely interested in Tipping
at the flies with cowrie made Of the tail Of
vilderbeeste, but I'M reality listening to
Coetzees talk with all his ears.
@Ha, ha! 'ner hephew), said old Coetzee
to the astonished John, mo wonder you like
Mooifontein-there are other mooi pretty)
things there besides the water How often
do you opsit (sit up at night with Uncle
Croft's pretty girl, eh3 I'm not quite as
blind as an ant bear yet. I saw her blush
when you spoke to her just now. saw her.
Well, well, it is a pretty game for young
man. isn't it, 'nef Frank?" this was ad.
dressed to Muller). "Ill be bound the cap
tein here burns long candle with pretty
Bessie every night-eh, Franks hope you
amt jealous, nef'? My vrouw told me some
time ago that you were sweet in that di-
rection yourself" and he stopped at last, out
Of breath, and looked andously toward Null
Ter for an answer, while John, who had been
somewhat overwhelmed at this flow of bu-
coiic chaff, gave a sigh of relief. As for
Muller he behaved in curious manner In
stead Of laughing, as the jolly old Boer had
intended that he should, he had, although
Coetzee could not see it, been turning blacker
and blacker; and now that the flow of
language ceased he, with savage ejaculation
which John could not catch, but which he ap-
peared to throw at bis Uohns) head, turned
on his heel and went off toward the court
yard of the inn.
"Almighty!" said old Hans, wiping his face
with a red cotton pocket handkerchief; II
have put my foot into big hole That stink
cat Muller beard all that was saying to you,
and tell you he will save it up and save it
up, and one day he will bring it all out to the
volk and call me O traitor to the land and
ruin me. I know him. He knows how to
balance long stick on his little finger so
that the ends keep even. Oh, yes, he can
ride two horses at once, and blow hot and
blow cold. He is devil of man, devil of
a man! And what did he mean by swearing
ut you like that? Is it about the missile (girD,
I wonder! Almighty! who can say! Alb!
that reminds me-though I'm sure l don't
know why it should-the Kaf1irs tell ME that
there is big herd of buck-vilderbeeste and
blesbok-on my outlying place about an hour
and half ten miles from Mooifontein. Can
you hold rifle, captain9 You look like bit
Of hunter"
"Oh, yes, meinheer," said John, delighted
at the prospect of some shooting.
"Ah, I thought so. All you English are
sportsmen, though you don't know how to
kill buck. Well, now, you take Om Croft's
light Scotch cart and two good horses, and
come over to my place-not tomorrow, for
NhSo SouoAiA 40 SoiAAiiS w oSc tlH, lllu dIl
old cat she is but rich; she had 81 ,OOO in gold
in the wagon box under her bed-nor the
next day, for it is the Lords day, and one
can't shoot creatures ON the Lords day--but
Monday, yes, Monday. You be there by
o'clock, and you shall see how to kill wilder
beeste.- Almighty! now what can that
jackal, Frank Muller, have meantl All! he
is the devil Of man." and, shaking his head
ponderously, the jolly cid Boer departed. and
presently John saw him riding upon fat lit
tie shooting pony that cannot have weighed
much more than himself, and that yet cam
tered away with him on his fifteen milo jour-
ney as though he were but feather weight
CHAPTER TX.
JANTE's STORY.
Shortly after the old Boer had gone, John
went into the yard of the hotel to see to the
inspanning of the Cape cart, when his atten-
tion was at once arrested by the sight of
row in active progress-at least, from the
crowd of kaffirss and idlers and the angry
sounds and curses that proceeded from them,
he judeel that it was n row. Nor was he
wrong about it. In the corner of the yard,
close ly the stable door, surrounded by the